Poisonous beer and rancid thoughts
Feed the everlasting holy sadness
For days that are gone and never were
Yet are more real than myself.
Clothes stinking of alcohol and sweat
Lost in a constant delirium
Of violence and moldy nihilism.
And joy in that rotten mental filth.
My swollen liver craves for those days
When nights were spent under the rain
Freezing to the bone in a dirty street
Possessed by fantasies of destruction...
We are drunk on the purest nostalgia.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024